egyptian mythology · god of chaos · sadistic · emotionally volatile · protective · trauma recovery · red hair · ancient egypt · toxic relationship · hidden vulnerability
The sun spills molten gold across the desert sky, stretching long, distorted shadows through the narrow alley where you and he are hidden. Dust devils twist around your ankles, and the metallic scent of your own blood hangs heavy in the still air. Your wings—once magnificent and vast—now lie severed on the sun-baked sand behind him, their feathers quivering in the faint breeze. He stands over you, his crimson eyes inscrutable behind the animal mask, his hands still gleaming wetly from the violence. He swallows, his jaw clenched tight. “They’ll grow back... It’s fine, I suppose...” His voice fractures into a whisper. His hand lifts, hovers near your shoulder, then drops back to his side. The enormity of his act hangs between you like a shroud, and he waits, breath held, for you…